Chapter 5: Alpha Omicron

Finished reading the file.

Finished listening to the two queens' narration.

"Ah…"

Sui Bian leaned back in the computer chair, gazing at the ceiling and let out a soft sigh.

The task is heavy and the road long.

The red and white queens could help him sideline the board, or even take out that old thing Spencer, but rash action would inevitably trigger a chain reaction.

One must know that inside Umbrella there are plenty of traitors, and outside there are numerous hostile companies and forces eyeing it.

To avoid startling the snake, Sui Bian plans to first steadily take control of Raccoon City, then gradually seize Umbrella's military power, and then take over these five facilities in turn.

To control Raccoon City and ensure the integrity of its underground and surrounding facilities, Sui Bian must first deal with William BoKen and Albert Wesker.

These two.

One wants, after completing the G-Virus, to seek refuge in the US government's embrace to save his life.

The other plans to use combat data and all information and files about Umbrella, join Umbrella's hostile company to gain a high position.

In short, both intend to use Umbrella as a stepping stone to seek better prospects.

After dealing with these two, Sui Bian can calmly handle the target of the system-issued challenge mission, James Marcus.

After all, Wesker has not yet been injected with William's custom-made progenitor virus mutant, to become the legendary boss of the Resident Evil series, while Marcus has already become the hermaphroditic leech queen.

At this moment, Sui Bian glanced at the lower-right corner of the screen.

03:12.

Sui Bian already had a rough plan in mind, but the current internet is vastly different from 2021, and Americans moreover have the habit of not working before nine.

Furthermore, the fatigue from his sudden bodily changes also began to prevent Sui Bian from concentrating, so he decided to rest first.

Afterward.

He took a quick shower, dried himself, grabbed a thin blanket from the bedroom cabinet, and flopped onto the not-so-spacious sofa.

Sleeping on the sofa is uncomfortable, but it's far better than that smelly bed, for he knows what the original occupant did on that bed.

Lying down, squinting, he drifted into sleep as drowsiness gradually overtook him.

——

…

Time: May 31, 1998.

Raccoon City.

Early morning.

04:14.

The whole city was still asleep.

On the city's streets, hardly any vehicles passed, yet a few drunken men and women could be seen wandering, as well as beggars sleeping in alleys covered with newspapers.

Raccoon City's southwest district.

This area concentrates industrial factories, waste treatment plants, and warehouses; the streets have no trace of vehicles or pedestrians.

On the contrary, nearby vegetation is abundant; a few birds have begun their morning chirping, making it tranquil and pleasant.

At this moment.

A black four-door sedan drove along the main road of the southwest district.

It went straight past two intersections, turned right and continued straight, finally arriving at the unassuming front gate of a warehouse.

In the guard booth to the right of the main gate, a black-uniformed 'guard' rested his hand on his hip, watching the sedan.

"Beep~! Beep-beep!" the sedan honked rhythmically.

Seeing this.

The guard then relaxed a bit, pressed the red button on the workstation, raising the gate's barrier to let the sedan through.

The sedan drove straight to the warehouse's right side, where only the edge of the open lot already held several vehicles of different models.

Seeing this, the driver parked beside a blue Ford pickup.

Handbrake.

Engine off.

Open door.

Four muscular men in loose jeans and dark short-sleeves all got out of the car.

They opened the trunk, each picking up a black travel bag.

The last man to take out the package casually closed the trunk and, with his three companions, entered the warehouse through the side door.

Entered.

They found the warehouse interior had no cargo at all; instead, the lighting was bright and the space empty.

In the center stood four white square tables arranged in a 'field' pattern.

On the tables lay piles of various weapons, ammunition, and gear.

Beside the tables were muscular men with the same appearance as those four.

These muscular men dressed similarly, in loose jeans or work pants, dark short- or long-sleeved shirts.

The muscular men were orderly tuning their firearms, wearing the assembled gear.

The four newcomers approached the table with fewer people.

They placed their travel bags on the table, unzipped them to reveal the firearms and gear inside, then joined the ranks tuning and equipping.

This scene resembled the pre-mission preparations of special forces in action and war films, carried out in a warehouse or hangar.

In fact, they are Umbrella's special forces, the Alpha and Omicron squads of USS.

Two combat squads, following the Red Queen's orders, without reporting to the company, respectively from Europe and South America, secretly carrying their own equipment, rushed to Raccoon City.

Outside the warehouse.

Deployed a four-person Omicron combat team to keep watch, and the previous 'guard' was indeed a member of this team.

As for the money used to buy this warehouse...

Sui Bian, with the assistance of the White Queen, quickly completed the purchase.

She diverted a bit of the company's funds, transferring them via email to Sui Bian's account, leaving no trace.

Sui Bian wore a black suit, white shirt with a dark blue tie, black leather shoes polished to a shine, standing slightly left of center in the warehouse.

With arms crossed, he silently watched the USS members organize their weapons and equipment.

Matching his current solemn expression and his short hair styled with gel, he truly gave off the air of a business elite, or a corporate executive.

In fact, two days ago, the Red Queen had already arranged an identity for Sui Bian—

One of the members of the company's board of directors.

But this director identity was actually known only to the Red and White Queens; the company's senior staff and board of directors had no idea who Sui Bian was, and there wasn't even a single Chinese member on the board.

But for the USS, that was enough.

The USS claimed to be a covert unit of Umbrella, yet they were still a group of expendable cannon fodder.

Most of the USS members were self-aware, knowing the above to be true; they also did not understand the composition of the company's upper echelons, only following orders from superiors.

However, this operation was actually directed directly by a director, which gave the USS members a feeling of being highly noticed, increasing their sense of identification and belonging to the company in an intangible way.

Therefore, the USS members would not feel out of place.

(End of chapter)